Tom Holland Imagines

Giggles (P.P.)

2nd Person POV

"Hey Y/N," you hear Peter say from behind you. You turn around to see your boyfriend and Ned walking closely behind him. Immediately you begin giggling as they come closer to you. "Y/N? Are you feeling alright, you almost never giggle like this." Peter states, wrapping his arm around your shoulder.

"Oh, it's-it is nothing to be worried about," you respond, giggling even more.

The day continued like this, whenever you saw Peter, you immediately went into a giggle fit. The hardest part of the day was in Biology, you and Peter sit next to each other in class.

Constantly you had to cover your mouth to stop giggling, but even that didn't help. It almost became so bad, the teacher called you out in class, asking you what's so funny.

"Miss L/N, what seems to be so funny that I have to stop my lesson?" The teacher, Ms. Harper, says while giving me a death glare.

You immediately stopped laughing and started thinking of an excuse for the teacher. "Well, Ms. Harper, I just thought of a funny science pun that goes along with this lesson."

"And would you like to share it, Miss. L/N?" Your teacher said in a smart like attitude.

"No, I think I will just keep it to myself for now. But I will stop laughing, if that will make you feel better, Ms. Harper." You sassed back to the teacher. Peter's foot nudged yours, and he gave you a 'shut up' look.

Ms. Harper glared at you, "you have a warning Miss. L/N, talk to me like that again, you will be getting detention."

At lunch time, it was no different. Ned sat across from you and Peter, while Michelle, of course, sat at the end like she usually does. You have tried to convince her to come sit closer to you three, but she has also declined.

"Y/N, what is your problem with giggling today? I swear, it's like, whenever I'm around, something goes off inside of you." Peter sits his chin on his hand and stares at you in a dreamy state. "Wait, did I do something embarrassing and don't know it? What about my hair, does it look alright?" He began quietly freaking out, patting down his hair and straightening his blue sweater.

"No, no, you look perfectly fine, Amore Mio." You say, taking Peter's hands away from his hair. He smiles at you, and picks up your left hand to kiss your knuckles.

"What type of cute nickname is that?" Ned says, interrupting yours and Peter's little moment. "Amer omeal?"

"Amore Mio," Peter repeats, looking at Ned while still holding your hands, "Aunt May taught her Italian awhile ago. It means 'my love' in Italian." You look down at yours and Peter's hands, only to start giggling again. It also didn't help that Peter's 'my love' comment made you blush, so you are a giggling, blushing mess in the lunch room. "Alright, Giggles, you are going to tell me what's making you so happy today." Peter demanded, folding his arms over his chest.

"Uh, yeah, um, I got to go to class now. Bye Ned, bye Amore Mio." And with that, you picked up your lunch tray and ran out of the lunch room.

Peter did want to chase you out of the lunch room and get answers, but his sandwich was not going to eat itself.

The end of the day came faster than anticipated, you got homework in Calculus and some Spanish assignments that are due sometime next week, along with a test next week.